WHEN LOVE ARRIVES [KEANU REEVES]

twenty-six ⋆ wine, coffee, & onion rings

❝relax; the world's not watching that closely.❞
―making wishes by richelle e. goodrich

On Skeeter's last day in LA,  she built a fort out of pillows and blankets in the middle of the living room. 

"Surprise!" Skeeter exclaimed, throwing her hands above her head. "It's a pillow fort!" 

Keanu chuckled, shedding his leather jacket and dropping his bag. "I know what a pillow fort looks like, mon amour. But, why did you make one?" 

"I have to fly to New York for that interview, remember?" She took his hand and pulled him towards the fort. "Come on! We have so many movies to watch and so little time!" 

When the two got under the blankets and dropped down to the pillows, a variety of fast-food choices was already perched in front of them along with the Netflix logo blinking in Skeeter's laptop. 

"We have Mexican, Italian, Chinese ─ "

"Take-out food." Keanu stated dryly as she placed a Chinese box full of steamed rice in his hands. "You ordered a variety of take-out food."

Skeeter nodded, munching happily on an egg roll. "Good investigation, Mr. Reeves." 

"But. . .why? I was thinking we'd order something that LA is known for like Philippe's French dip sandwich or pho from Golden Deli." He gave her a pointed look. "I could've cooked too, you know? I could've cooked anything your heart desires, Skeet." 

She liked it when he rambled on. Keanu looked extremely endearing whenever he went on and on about her unhealthy love for caffeine or his bikes or his mom and sisters. She wondered if he tended to ramble on before he had met her and this was just some other part of him she was bound to discover or were her habits just rubbing off of him?

Skeeter forgot how electrifying it was to fall in love with a person. She forgot about the little smile on her face that would appear whenever she thought about their first encounter. She forgot how alleviating it was to tell someone about her day whether it was through Skype or over a cup of coffee. She forgot how she found a person's little quirks so. . .so charming and how amazing that ─ those peculiarities ─ eventually made up the person Skeeter was falling on love with (Keanu's quirk was his love for cleanliness and order in his house and this extended to his garage, his car, and his work obligations.)

Chuckling softly, Skeeter placed a chaste kiss to his shoulder. "Oh, Chuck." She ran her hands through his hair, a tactic she had discovered that tended to calm him down. "It's okay. I wanted to order take-out." 

"You can get take-out in New York."

"Yes. However ─ " Skeeter perched her chin on his shoulder, gazing up at him with her blue eyes. " ─ I get to enjoy my take-out with you. I like eating take-out with you."  

"Nice save. Very nice save." 

"Thank you. Now, which movie should we watch first? Shrek or Aladdin?"